syncopated.

Strummed at 9:01 AM (x)

it's been a whirlwind of post-prelim events. sailing continues to provide lessons

even when i haven't been sailing.

the power of one - it's called the power of one. hear that?

how disappointing.

besides that, i started the 3k run 2 min late and still beat stine, cycled down for lunch, sailed the europe dinghy for the weekend, exhausted myself at the cage, took a ride in a subaru wrx.

for my 18th birthday dad decided to be a bit naughty and bought me a very sexy G-string.

... and an E-string, an A-string, a D-string, a B-string and a high E-string. 2 sets actually. d'addario! gotta love it.

also picked up a capo on friday so now i can play street spirit (fade out) and still sing in tune at the same time. it's a masterpiece that one.

this morning my battlefield headquarters has been tidied up, so all the files and documents and maps are in place. it's day 276 of operation 45 points and the preparations have been made, the situation has been sized up and we're awaiting the all clear signal to launch the first salvo.

Strummed at 11:36 AM (x)

switch on the telly and this happens. and the crowd goes "air-dee-by-your, air-dee-by-your!" wonderful.

and a funk bass groove courtesy of colonel claypool. looks like a whole lot of fun. "mr. buckethead."

been visiting all my old friends,
put on my best clothes (socks, black shoes)
a secret rendezvous at the
basketball court with the soccer ball. just us alone.
statistics worksheets were never really any good at engaging in conversations anyway. the ball provided much more satisfying company.
who ever said anything about being lonely?

"air-dee-by-your, air-dee-by-your!"

Strummed at 11:32 AM (x)

here. comments are funny too. "not so loud, i've got a headache."

today i learned that there's no such thing as an x squared distribution, but we have something called a chi squared distribution. greek algebraic letters, "... that he used against unarmed civilians in order to broadcast a message of hate."

in order to perform testing of goodness-of-fit, students have to calculate the expected frequencies from the various distributions that were covered in a previous chapter. thus they must be well-versed in all these distributions. students tend to be confused by the testing of mean in the previous chapter, with the testing of fit in this chapter. students can also have problems with constructing contingency tables. overall, a rather tedious chapter.

i've never seen anything like it.

a plea for help crossing the river.

Strummed at 7:12 PM (x)

just a few days after i quoted arcade fire's 'ocean of noise', i hear norah jones doing her version of it. got it from here.

also, listen to a cover of smith's fantastic 'going nowhere' here. which i quoted in the previous post. angel in the snow is fantastic too.

when it's pouring
and you can't possibly get any wetter.
go put on the sweater,
it doesn't really matter.

let her letter
be. (maybe later.)

actually the calexico version is nicer. ocean of noise violence ocean of noise.

my classmate can drive. i feel old.

death is fatal. fat is fat(al). water can be fatal. carbon dioxide is fatal. oxygen is fatal.

life is fatal. get on with it.

see what thoughts you've driven into my head daniel loke. haha.

i don't think 'emo' means anything really. it means moody? it means the whiny lead singer of the fray? hey if you ain't 'damn emo' at some point you ain't human you ain't got feelings. it's such a shallow term. stop using it.

(http://www.stuffsucks.com/)

from now on i am elmo. positive emo. yay.

on a final note i just realised the happy emo up there looks like a certain year 5 junior. wahahaha. ok sorry.

Strummed at 10:20 PM (x)

"Playing it safe is the most popular way to fail."

this is the elliott smith post.

You're strong, you're stubborn now
In an endless symbolic war
Brave or bored,
either, or.

how how how
i don't know what i want.

i love this song.

The old records
Sitting on the floor
The ones i can't
Put on anymore
He walked over
To her like before
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

mom asks why my music is always so... melancholic. depressing.

mr. smith says:
"Everybody gets a tag. If you listen to a Velvet Underground record, you don't think, 'Godfathers of Punk.' You just think, 'This sounds great.' The tags are there in order to help try to sell something by giving it a name that's going to stick in somebody's memory. But it doesn't describe it. So 'depressing' isn't a word I would use to describe my music. But there is some sadness in it -- there has to be, so that the happiness in it will matter."

Strummed at 12:16 AM (x)